Caravan

My playground love. With his blue eyes and boyish smile. With his barefoot habit in the winter and his cute front teeth.

Yes, Caravan is just like this. A slice of home outside a home. A slice of time that’s long gone. And perhaps – for the right-nowness – a slice of a cornbread that’s so moist, it reminds me of the French toast we cooked on the embers of the bonfire we’d made the night before to keep us warm under the stars.

Tea made me discover the roastery on a day of early June. And for this, I’m forever thankful.

I am French, living in Australia. My boyfriend and I are both pilots. He often goes to London for work and I gave him this address in London. He tried it and really enjoyed it.

I love your blog. The way you take pictures, the way you write. And most important, what you cook and the way you talk about food and cooking. I don’t follow many cooking blogs, but this one caught my eye a long time ago. I really like what you do.